Soon, Adrian arrived at the family home in Cloudanville. Before he entered the house, he spotted the old acacia tree in the courtyard, its blooming, snowy white flowers stirring his childhood memory.

He remembered that it was him and Henry who planted the tree together. He estimated that it was twenty years old by now.

“What brings you here, Adrian?”

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Cecilia, who was hanging up the laundry, noticed him and hurriedly walked over.

Adrian replied, “I’m